I took a class at the local college and the professor was late. While sitting there the plot for book three started to germinate in my mind. So I flipped to the back of the notebook I was using and started to outline the story. As I wrote a kind of excitement started to grow inside me. I knew where this was going and I knew the best way to end the trilogy. Any writer knows that feeling of when it all comes together and you know, you just know, you're nailing it.
Euphoria.
The professor never showed up that day, the other students started drifting out, but I stayed and I wrote one heck of an outline.
So, now I'm challenged to do NaNoWriMo; National Novel Writing Month. 50,000 words in the month of November. I didn't really want to take part in it because I have this massive rewrite on the first book in trilogy and I really want to get this finished. So after going around and around with my challenger...I conceded, if I could use NaNoWriMo to write that last book. It's not started, just a scribbled outline in the back of a notebook. We came to a deal and it's on!
And I can't find the outline....
I'm digging through boxes and drawers trying to find out where I put it. I know it's here...somewhere. I've got three days to find it.
1 comment:
Sounds like it was a blessing in disguise. cool.
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